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Monday, March 20, 2017

Nathan and Lee are on a relaxing summer
holiday in the UK. They plan to do lots of walking and exploring in the
beautiful English countryside. Naturally, typical British weather derails their
plans on their first day, leaving them cooped up indoors with little to do but
read.

When the weather clears, the men eagerly
put on their hiking boots and head out for a walk. However, when they reach
their destination—a pond a little distance from their holiday cottage—they make
a shocking discovery. An odd-looking bundle of rags turns out to be an
unconscious man. With no one else around, and no mobile phone signal to call
for help, they manage to get the stranger back to their cottage to get him warm
and dry, and figure out what to do next.

When their unexpected house guest regains
consciousness, however, things just get more complicated. The stranger—a
British soldier called Jonny—doesn’t want the authorities to be notified of his
presence. As the three men try to come to some agreement, the sexual tension in
the air becomes apparent, and suddenly the last thing on any of their minds is
leaving the cottage…

Closing his book with a very final slap,
Nathan then put it on the coffee table in front of him. He leaned back in his
chair. Stretching languidly, he said, “Bloody good, that was. Though,
admittedly, I thought it’d last me all week. Wasn’t expecting to get through it
on day one.”

Raising an eyebrow, Lee shot Nathan an
amused glance. “Not far off myself. Fucking storm. Stupid us, eh, going on
holiday in the UK in summertime—not like you can guarantee the sodding weather,
is it? Should’ve gone to the Canaries.”

“No, we can’t guarantee the weather, but…”
Nathan gave the window a sidelong glance, “I do have some good news.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The torrential downpour has
stopped.”

“Seriously?” Lee slammed his own book
closed and scurried over to the window. “Oh, wow, it’s cleared right up, and I
can see a rainbow. Wanna head out? Just a little wander down to that pond we
saw on the way here, maybe? Get some fresh air. We’ve got loads of daylight
left, haven’t we?”

Nathan checked his watch. “Yeah, plenty.
Especially if we’re only nipping to the pond. It’s probably only a
fifteen-minute walk.”

Lee had disappeared into the hallway of
their rented holiday cottage before Nathan had the chance to reply. Shaking his
head with a smile, Nathan collected their empty mugs from the coffee table and
took them into the kitchen, then got a bottle of water from the fridge. He
doubted they’d need a drink during their short trek along the road, but he
could just shove the bottle in his coat pocket and forget about it. At least
it’d be there if they wanted it.

When he returned to the living room, Lee
was just about to tie up his laces.

“I got water,” Nathan said, brandishing the
bottle.

“Cool. Shoes are there.” He nodded to the
chair Nathan had been sitting in. Sure enough, his trail shoes were waiting on
the floor in front of it.

“Thanks.”

Within a few minutes, they were headed out
of the door. Nathan locked up, pocketed the key, then checked the handle. He
doubted very much the place would get broken into—they were in the middle of
nowhere, after all. There were farms nearby, but the closest village was about
a mile and a half away. So any thieves would have to make a considerable effort
to get to the cottage in the first place, never mind attempt to break into it.
Rolling his eyes at his own paranoia, he turned and followed Lee, who’d already
started walking slowly along the road in the direction of the pond.

After falling into step beside Lee, Nathan
pulled in some deep breaths, enjoying the fresh air after being cooped up in
the cottage. It was a beautiful and cozy place, but it was supposed to be a
base for them to go walking—somewhere for them to eat, sleep and shower, not to
be stuck in for hours on end, staring at the walls. Or climbing them.

He admired the rainbow as they walked, its
vivid colors painted across the watery sky. It seemed the clouds had literally
exhausted themselves—only occasional wispy streaks of white now interrupted the
never-ending blue. The sun beamed down, heating up the ground and beginning to
evaporate the huge puddles. It would take some doing—one such puddle stretched
across the width of the road, and they had to skirt around its edge to avoid
getting wet feet.

Nathan smiled. Though the storm itself had
been grim, the washed-out aftermath made everything feel fresh, clean somehow.

“Mmm. It’s one of those things that sounds
better in your head than said out loud.”

“Try me.”

Shrugging, Nathan replied. “Nothing major.
Just admiring the rainbow, the sky, the clouds… Thinking how everything looks
so fresh and clean after a good storm. Like it’s been purified, or something…
Ugh, it’s stupid.”

Lee stopped and reached for Nathan’s hand.
His green eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “No, it isn’t. Not at all—I
was thinking something similar myself. It’s kinda romantic, isn’t it?
Purification, rebirth, and all that.”

“In a roundabout way, maybe. I dunno.” He
shrugged again.

Lee’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curved
into a wicked grin. “We could make it romantic.”

“How so?”

“Come here, and I’ll show you.” Still
gripping Nathan’s hand, Lee tugged him close and moved in for a kiss. Nathan
went into the embrace willingly, the smile on his face soon smothered by Lee’s
hot lips.

*****

Author
Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She
owns Erotica For All, and is one
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